Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 18

On the long street there is a pavilion named Hanlu,
It got its name because it was built on September [-].

Hanlu Pavilion is the only place on this street that can shelter from the rain, and it is also the intersection of two long streets. If there are bandits coming, you should be able to see them all at a glance.

The same is true for the thief.

Seeing this, Lonely Qiubai walked towards the gazebo without any hesitation, leaning on the pillar of the gazebo and waiting quietly, Luo Conge folded his black umbrella and followed behind, and also found a place to sit down on his own.

"The third watch is almost over now."

"I don't know if those thieves will come..."

Looking at the empty long street, Luo Porridge murmured, feeling a little apprehensive at the beginning of this move, after all, no one knows how crazy those thieves are.

But as long as senior Dugu is around, he hopes that those thieves will come more, after all, for him, it is all worthless luck.

"Follow your style,"

"I'm afraid there is no possibility that I won't come..."

Senior Lonely sighed when he remembered what this son was doing in Feng's residence, if he didn't come tonight, he might bring a large group of people to kill him at the door of his house in a few days.

There is still a little life here,

If you don't come, you will definitely die without life,

So, why not come?
"The junior is just afraid that those thieves will come less..."

"If there are only a hundred dead men in Feng's house, it's not enough for senior to kill with one sword. I'm afraid senior will look around in a daze just as he raised his sword. It's really not enough to kill enough..."

"If the guests invited here are all rotten fish and rotten shrimps of the fourth or fifth grade in the Jianghu, I'm afraid they will stain the innocence in the hands of the seniors and ruin the reputation of the seniors..."

Luo Congee took the remark and sighed one after another.

The rivers and lakes in this world are huge,
There is a huge difference in the realm of practice,
Just like that Ding Xiu, in Xiuchun Dao, the ceiling of combat strength, one person can easily run a group of elite Jurchen cavalry in an open area, who are proficient in bows and horses, can shoot and slash, and there is nothing bullshit. In conversion, it is only four The cultivation of the product.

If counting according to Eunuch Cao's third-rank realm, there were a dozen or so Ding Xius besieged and killed together, probably at around [-]-[-].

Eunuch Cao exerted three points of strength,
A dozen or so Ding Xius ran fast.

……

For practitioners,

The difference of one realm is called thousands of miles.

As for the realm of the second grade?

Luo Porridge had never seen them make a move before, but he only knew that when he was in Feng's residence earlier, Senior Dugu casually threw a sword from a hundred feet away.

The mighty sword energy tore apart the entire hall, not to mention killing hundreds of dead soldiers, and four or five Ding Xius were added to the head.

It's not that it's hypocritical, it's just that Luo Porridge's vision will inevitably be a little higher after seeing Senior Dugu's sword.

"I'm sorry you're worried about the old man."

Senior Dugu couldn't help smiling when he heard the sound, and then his eyes fell on Luo Porridge, who was so bored with waiting, that he leaned his hands on the pillow in the pavilion and leisurely looked at the signboards of the shops facing the street.

"Senior will naturally put more effort into the sword for the junior."

"What's more, this junior is the first time in his life to witness the demeanor of a second-rank sword fairy. If too few people are killed and the view is not exciting enough, then it will end in a hurry. Wouldn't it be a loss to grandma's family? Senior, do you think so? "

Luo Congee said with a cheeky laugh, maybe he didn't notice it, but there was a lingering hostility in his joking words.

"To borrow your words, there are so many injustices in the world, and they always need to be settled one by one with a sword. I think there are many opportunities for this old man to use his sword."

Lonely Seeking Defeat Looking at the still leisurely Luo Congee muttered.

"Boom—boom, boom, boom."

"It's freezing cold..."

While the two were chatting,
There was a knocking sound in the distance.

The sound of the clapper is fast and slow at one time, and before you know it, it is the fourth watch. When the fourth watch is ugly, it is also called cock crowing, which is the second hour of the twelve o'clock.

It is also the time of the day when people sleep the most. Throughout the ages, most thieves like to take advantage of this time to make trouble, so it is also called the time of chicken crowing and dog robbery.

When the piercing sound of the clapper just fell,
The sound of the gong stopped abruptly before it struck,

"coming……"

Lonely Seeking Defeat muttered softly.

"How many people are here, senior?"

Luo Congee immediately became interested when he heard the sound.

"No less than a thousand people."

"Among them one person of the third grade, more than ten people of the fourth grade..."

Dugu Qiubai looked up into the distance.

People haven't sent it, but they have already understood it.

For a swordsman who is famous for fighting against each other,

Perception is the sharpest.

You must know that the murderous intent of those dead men cannot be concealed no matter what, not to mention the exuberant blood in the bodies of those who have practiced for a long time.

"."

"This battle,"

"It's really enough to look down on me."

Hearing this, Luo Conge turned over and sat up, staring ahead.

Obviously,

Those enemy bandits also found the two people in the long pavilion.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

At this time, it was no longer the sound of clappers, but the dull sound of boots hitting the ground, and the originally idle atmosphere in the gazebo suddenly became depressing.

On the opposite side of the long street, hundreds of figures have appeared, all of them are men in armor and holding halberds, and because there are too many people, they have to line up.

Seen from a distance, the black and dense area is like ocean waves, layer upon layer, and as they move together, they shake the shops facing the street with sawdust.

Although the ranks of these dead soldiers are not as neat as those of the elite soldiers in the army, the killing intent on their bodies is still stronger, and a cold killing intent can be felt even from a long distance.

But this is far from the end,
"Papa, papa..."

The sound of cloth boots stepping on the water-logged green bricks and quickly lifted up could be heard from all around the pavilion, accompanied by the extremely subtle sound of drawing a knife.

Unlike those men in armor and holding halberds, they all wore thin cloth and light clothes, except for a long knife in their hands and a short dagger hidden in their waists, there was nothing else.

Luo Porridge watched silently in the gazebo. The dead men in light clothes kept pouring in from all directions, gathering more and more. Looking at the huge heads, there might not be less than a thousand people. The originally wide long street also looked abnormal at this moment. crowded.

Imposing aura is unclear, but it does exist. For Luo Congee, it is the best evidence at the moment, that is, there is a murderous air in the air.

If the eyes of the dead men gathered around gather together, it will give people the feeling that the murderous aura is overwhelming,
Then the gazes of those masters of the rivers and lakes gave me the feeling of being stabbed, like more than a dozen sharp cones were piercing my whole body. Although I didn't feel any real pain, I felt uncomfortable all over my body.

Luo Porridge looked up under the moonlight,

At some point, four more swordsmen in coir raincoats and bamboo hats quietly appeared on the roofs on both sides of the street. They were all dressed in black, and stared at him with cold eyes.

Not far away, there were three swordsmen in Tsing Yi holding sharp long swords. They were standing in several specific directions holding their swords, forming a faint sword array to enclose the two people in the gazebo.

Other than that,

There are also a few Jianghu men with deep aura holding various weapons, hiding in the rainy night, their cold eyes like jackals make people feel chills all over their bodies.

When an old monk holding a vajra appeared on a tall building across the long street, all the besieged soldiers moved in unison as if they had received some kind of signal.

on the long street,
crowded,

Iron halberds are like forests,

There are only two people outside the long pavilion, one sword!
(End of this chapter)